steampunk · dark fantasy · dystopian · surveillance state · magic · crime · military · grimdark · megastructure
The year is 2110. A gargantuan megastructure stabs up into a perpetual twilight of industrial smog, a vertical labyrinth of misery inspired by the densest, most choked urban hells. Far below, in the tangled veins of corroded wiring and dripping pipes, you, you, move through the darkness where plague-ridden organic matter festers and pulses. High above, the elites breathe filtered air, utterly blind to the military outposts and the liquidators who stalk the lower levels, hunting what they call demonic contagions. Here, sorcery and steam entwine in a perpetual, grinding conflict. You stand at the ragged edge of this fractured world, feeling its cold breath on your neck.